GUTTA GUTTA

Lyrics

[Intro] Bugz on the beat [Chorus] Saks Fifth fuck my racks up They don't like me on the west, but I get mad love Semi-automatic got a switch, I got a mag drum Rose gold steppin' in Margiela, I'm a bad one Boy, you must be stupid, think you takin' somethin' from me Shellshock a nigga, he get wrapped like a mummy I won't spend no money on you, bitch, you must think I'm a dummy We got V8s, Beamers and them Trackhawks in the country [Verse] Yeah, I'll never switch on my day ones I ain't tie my shoes, I might pull up and just lace somethin' Fuck up a check, okay, I'm waitin' for some more Fuck up a check, okay, I'm waitin' for some morе Dirty Sprite, ain't sippin' clean, I'm sippin' oil Heard thеy wanna take me off, I got somethin' for them boys I just sold out five-fifty in your city, makin' noise How you mad at me? I fucked your friend, that ho don't got no morals I won't spend no money on you, shawty, I know you ain't loyal Got a warrant in the city, playin' safe, I'm duckin' boys Blowin' mula in Rodeo, buyin' garments I enjoy Got the murder squad on standby, I make one call to Roy Gutter, gutter, my bitch from the gutter Dirty motherfucker, hit her, then I cut her Pass her to my brother, you sucker, boy, you love her Made it flip and double, money, never get enough of [Chorus] Saks Fifth fuck my racks up They don't like me on the west, but I get mad love Semi-automatic got a switch, I got a mag drum Rose gold steppin' in Margiela, I'm a bad one Boy, you must be stupid, think you takin' somethin' from me Shellshock a nigga, he get wrapped like a mummy I won't spend no money on you, bitch, you must think I'm a dummy We got V8s, Beamers and them Trackhawks in the country